So the fallow time just stretches on and on, like a cat that wakes up from a nap, stretches and yawns, only to curl up and promptly fall asleep again. Hello? Muse? Inner writer? Anyone?
Nothing but echoes.
OK, so I wax dramatic. It's not really so bad. I started a little something that has piqued my interest, but it is being wildly coy, so
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